I have freshman cafeteria duty, which stinks, literally and figuratively. Every once in a while, a student group will canvass the tables, begging money for some cause or other. Usually it is for Spirit Week or Project Graduation, but this week it was for Darfur.

It was great to see the two upperclassmen aproach tables of stunned or sullen freshmen, and ardently explain the direness of the situation. They handed out flyers and asked for contributions. I think they got a few, and left their flyers behind.

Then the freshmen did the following with the Darfur flyers:Folded them into paper airplanes and threw them across the cafeteriaPlayed the 'slide something across the table and get it as close to the edge as possible' gameTore them into little pieces, rolled the pieces into little balls, and flicked them at each other

AnthemSled seems to think that it presents some sort of dichotomy for me to get up from grading a stack of papers about existentialism in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead to alter a "Support Our Troops" magnet to say "Support Our Poops." I don't think so, but I sure did enjoy admiring that magnet for the rest of the evening. I put it up on the refrigerator.